They walked into the cavernous reaches of the library. Jongleur showed them some of the rare books in the collection. They were surprised to see so very few patrons in the library.
“Not many venture to the top of Mt. Crump in search of wisdom. You have managed to avoid the soldiers at the border. Now it seems necessary to tell you something you may not know about the Eyrrfish,” said Jongleur.
“What’s that?” asked Poxig.
“Many of them are half-orcish, half-elvish,” said he. “Your friend’s son must have been a sort of unusual addition to their kind. They are a strange bunch, and only come out at noontime due to their weak eyesight.”
“You have to tell us what we must do to learn this language. Brad would have the document. Can you get it for us?” Lakfi questioned.
That night, they talked late into the night about how to communicate with these strange people from a forgotten civilization. They knew that at least they had to get the locket to Carl’s son, Brad.
“But you said Brad lives nearby…” he commented. “Why can’t we just go there?”
“I never give the information of my patrons to others. It’s a policy that I don’t intend to break,” said Jongleur.
“Well, if we can’t find Brad, then we’ll have to ask you for the map to get to Eyrrf,” Poxig said.
“I wouldn’t recommend it,” said Jongleur. “These beings are technically orc. They might have you for dinner.”
“You just said that they have weak eyesight,” said Poxig. “I think we can surely evade them and find Brad.”
“Well, then, how will you communicate with them?” Jongleur asked.
“Once we have the sacred amethyst, we won’t need to,” said Poxig.
Jongleur continued on his tirade to persuade them that they ought to take precautions. He told them of a document that located the sacred amethyst’s whereabouts near Mount Eyrrf. But only through communicating with these people could they hope to find it.
That settled it for the twosome. They would wait for Brad Conrad’s return to the library, and then somehow get the document that they needed.